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27 May 2011 @ 11:29 pm
Fic: 2x2x2  
Title: 2x2x2
Authors: emmademarais and melissima
Fandoms: Hawaii Five-0, White Collar, Numb3rs
Pairings: Steve/Danny, Peter/Neal, Don/Charlie
Rated: NC17 FRAO
Warnings: Incest
Spoilers: None
Summary: Everyone craves a human connection with their lover
Author's note: Slash, To penguingal, our very own queen of collaborative comment porn, on the occasion of her birthday.

The big island captivated even natives, but for a getaway, nothing compared to one of the smaller more deserted Hawaiian islands.

The rental on a private cove ate two years' vacation budget, but it meant they could goof off and relax, even kiss without prying eyes from back home.

After a leisurely swim, Danny watched Steve emerge from the glinting midday surf and followed him, running up the beach to their bungalow. It was small, but comfortable, including an outdoor heated shower to wash off the ever-present salt water and sand.

Steve already had the water running when Danny caught up to him and he had to halt, just to watch the water sluicing over his partner's body.

Eyes voracious, he watched until his body grew impatient and approached. He licked at rivulets as they traced Steve's pecs, made his tattoos glisten, feasting on the overwhelming scent and flavor of warm, salty skin.

Nimble fingers untied swim trunks and eased them down to the ground. Danny's stubby fingernails threaded through the coarse trimmed hair at the base of Steve's cock, licking his lips as he kneeled down.

This was just what he'd been waiting for.


Neal had talented hands; he stripped Peter of his entire tux, including studs and cufflinks, within three minutes of the hotel room deadbolt being locked.

Peter exercised slightly more patience. Really, he just needed to relish how beautifully debauched Neal looked with his tux torn open, skin glowing against rumpled black and white.

He managed to stop Neal after only a few breath-stealing minutes spent sucking his cock; he didn't want this evening to end that way - certainly not as quickly as Neal's technique threatened.

Peter pinned a wicked, smirking Neal against the wall, savoring the deliciously hard body beneath his, and opened his tuxedo pants so they could rub cock to cock.

The perfect friction pulled a low groan from Neal. He threw his head back as Peter set up a rhythm between their bodies to draw the tension out.

Peter's hand carded into Neal's dark hair. He loved to muss up those perfect waves, loved to feel it knotted in his fist, loved burying his face in Neal's neck, losing himself in the intoxicating scent of him.

It was amazing, but he wanted more.


They'd been frantic. Still, Don made himself pause just to look at the scene they'd created.

He'd come straight from a raid, still strapped in his tac gear, and barely disarmed himself before he cornered Charlie in the garage with a kiss that devoured: his sole warning of the appetite that must be sated.

Textbooks and clutter littered the floor around their feet, shoved aside to admit a more urgent calling. The chalk smeared on Charlie's bound hands now dusted Don's palms.

Now Charlie stood naked wearing only Don's thigh holsters - the better to grab onto for deep thrusting - with both hands cuffed behind his back. Don's cock waited to press inside.

He gave up seeking words and combed a hand lovingly through Charlie's curls, showing his appreciation, then fisted them tightly and thrust deep inside all at once.

The raid, the garage, everything fell away. Rocking together sweat sprang anew, bodies grew taut and silence ended with a bang.

From craving to connection - it began and ended with the two of them: together.
melissima: MISTRESSmelissima on May 28th, 2011 06:59 am (UTC)
Post Script
I couldn't let another birthday pass without ficcing for you, Mistress! /smooches/ I hope you had an awesome day.

These wee linked stories weren't really my idea, though. emmademarais knew I'd want to celebrate. She also knew how tough it is for me to write fic in a timely fashion, /rolls eyes at self./ So, she floated the idea of collaborating for Mags' special day. Brilliant schemer that she is, she hatched a plan to write a group of juicy little pornlets.

Next we selected 3 fandoms sure to delight the birthday girl: H5-0 Mags' newest obsession, White Collar which all three of us love, and of course Numb3rs, the fandom that brought us together.

I went off to ponder scenarios. I chose the beach, formal wear, and the Eppes garage. When I shared them with Emma we both had the idea (almost in the same moment) to use a linked structure - three couples, m/m porn scenes, arranged so that the first introduces the sex, the second shows the building tension, and the third shows the...climax. Ahem. :D

Energized, we took off. Emma is a master of plots, obviously, /eyes her enormous back catalog/ so she sketched in exactly the structure we planned. I swept in and...slooooooowly crafted some signature details and sensory specifics. We went back and forth a bit, polishing, et voila! Fic!

We had a lot of fun writing these together, and we hope you have a lot of fun reading them.

Edited at 2011-05-28 07:01 am (UTC)